A fathers love
I'd never met my father. Grew up with mum and brother and pervert stepfather. All my life I wanted to know my dad - we were in touch with his family but he had no contact with us, his choice.
5 years ago, I contacted him through a family member, and we started emailing each other and talking on the phone and just building up a friendship. His son came over to California to visit me, which was awesome! I have a new brother!
Then what happened last year happened so quickly and unexpectedly that it still seems unreal.

My other half brother is a dancer with the Royal Ballet, and they were coming to Orange County to perform. 4th July, 2004, we met for the first time - very apprehensive as he was never to bothered about his newfound big sister ;) It went great, and I went to his show - twice. The following week, he was flying on to New York with the RB, and my dad and his wife were flying over from London to see him dance. My brother told me to call dad and ask if I could meet them in New York.
So on the Sunday, I called dad, he said yes and on the Thursday night I was on a plane, heading east, to fulfill all of my childhood dreams and fantasies.
We had a fantastic weekend in New York and on the last night dad and I went out for dinner - just the two of us. On the underground on the way back to our hotels, right before his stop he kissed me on the forehead and said "I'm proud to have a daughter like you". I sobbed as I watched his retreating back and realised that my life had changed completely. That was the best moment of my life. Ever. The one thing that I ever truly wanted more than anything.......the love of a father.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:29, Reply)